Monday, February 3, 2014

Love and Grief

As a little girl I used to beg my mom for a big brother.  She tried and tried to explain to me that she simply couldn't give birth to a brother who would be older than me.  Of course, she was right.  But, while my mom couldn't give me a big brother, God could.  He brought a wonderful man into our lives, who brought with him not only a big brother, but a little brother, too.

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Good Enough For Me
Do you ever just feel disgusted with your life?  I'm mean, just totally disgusted?  No matter how many wonderful blessings you have, somehow, you just sorta wanna vomit?  I've been feeling that way lately.  I'm not sure if it's because things are sort of uncertain (as in, I can't see the future and really really wish I could), if it's because I'm jealous of things going on in other people's lives, or if I'm just simply bored.  It's probably a mix of them all.  2014 is here.  Brandon's work is currently unsteady, lots of exciting things are happening to those around me, and I realized that in only 6 short months, I will be 30.  Gross.  And to top it off...I don't feel like I ever went through that point where I was totally cute and my life was totally fun.  Here I am, pinching pennies, living in constant practicality, being a responsible adult, and still have acne.  What's with that anyway?

The thing's never gonna be enough.  There will always be something shinier that I can't buy.  There will always be clothes that could make me cuter.  There will always be fun adventures that I simply can't go on.  What it boils down to, or what is needs to boil down to, is that that's OK.  Things don't have to be perfect.  They just need to be good enough for me.

In her song, Tennessee, Mindy Smith says:
"Tennessee, you've been good to me
Yes, I've come to believe you're where I wanna be
You may not be what everybody needs
but Tennessee, you're good enough for me."

 So here's the thing, Nicole's've been good to me and you're where I wanna be.  You may not be what everybody needs, but you're good enough for me.
"Why am I discouraged?
Why is my heart so sad?
I will put my hope in God!
I will praise him again—
my Savior and my God!"  

Thursday, December 19, 2013

A Tree for the Fridge

I simply love the idea of having children involved in family happenings, and at Christmas, the tree is a big "happening".  Sadly, little ones aren't usually allowed to be extremely involved in that.  I have said too many times this month, "You can look with your eyes, but don't touch with your hands."  I think having a tree for children is a great idea, but while they aren't old enough to put real ornaments on, it should be tailored to their littleness.  You may remember last year when I made A Tiny Tree for Tiny Hands.  I was surprised when I saw this at Target the other day.
Guess they thought it was a good idea, too.

Well, this year, my little guy thinks that the tree I made him last year, is a hat.  So, this year, I made him his own tree for the fridge.
 It was pretty simple to do.  I cut the tree out of construction paper.  It took several pieces and segments taped together, but pretty easy, nonetheless.  Then, I cut shapes out of scrapbook paper, and put them on magnet sheets (If you make one yourself, make sure the "ornaments" are big enough that they are not a choking hazard, and don't use small magnets, as they are a choking hazard. Use magnet sheets like this).

That's it.  Now he can decorate his own tree!
What a cutie!

Monday, December 9, 2013

A Mother's Lot

My Sweet Son,
I know that Papa will always spoil you better.  Daddy will always be more fun.  Nana will always feed you yummier foods.  Weezy will always read the best. Grandpa has all the kitties, Papi has the big tractors, and Abuelita sings to you in words you've never heard. 

I know that one day you will ask me not to hug you in front of your friends.  I know that sometimes, you will ask me not to come to your games.  And one day, you will likely utter the words, "My mom is so dumb".

But that's OK.  Because I also know that when you are hurt, you ask for my kisses.  When you are lonely, you ask me to pay attention to you.  When you are tired, you ask me to snuggle.  When you are sad, or wake up in the morning, or want food, or to be tickled, you ask for me.  And while sometimes you might push me away, and refuse my kisses, I know that you love me.  And more importantly, I know that you know that I love you.

Friday, December 6, 2013

Being Me
Logging on, I look for the little red numbers at the top, telling me that someone paid some attention to my life.  It's the same way I used to sit, listening to the familiar screech of the internet connection, waiting to hear the words, "You've Got Mail!"  I go to my blog to see if anyone commented on (or even read) my post.   I scan through my feed until something catches my eye.  Wow...why doesn't he say nice things like that about my family?  Why didn't I get invited on that trip?  How come I don't understand this inside joke?

I am insecure.  

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Monday, November 25, 2013

How to Save Money On Your Baby

Upon learning that one of my dear friends was pregnant, I lamented that I had no special skills (like my doula friend) or large gifts (like all the furniture and clothes we were handed down) to offer.  So, instead, she asked me to tell her the ways I've found to save money on a baby.  Thought I'd share them with you, too.